The Sword of Swords is a Guard for Kong Jie

Chapter 1420: Brigade Commander, Something is Wrong on the Battlefield (First Update)

The messenger's confident answer instantly wiped away the worried expression on the brigade commander's face.

He was very confident in his subordinates' command ability. Since they were confident enough to hold the defense line, he should not worry about it in the rear and should not give random commands.

Otherwise, not only will it not provide any help to the front-line troops, but it will also disrupt the command of the front-line troops, and thus affect the combat effectiveness of the troops.

He immediately replied: "Since your captain is confident, the defense line halfway up the mountain will be handed over to you."

"Go back and tell your captain: hold out until dawn at all costs."

"As long as air support returns to the battlefield, we can rely on the remaining positions halfway up the mountain to quickly capture the positions that the Eighth Route Army has just occupied."

Opportunities on the battlefield are fleeting.

What the brigade commander didn't expect was that less than five minutes after the messenger left, the battlefield halfway up the mountain underwent a drastic change.

The head-on confrontation suddenly turned into a pincer attack.

The Japanese captain, who was full of confidence a few minutes ago, now showed an expression of genuine fear on his face.

When he saw the Eighth Route Army suddenly appearing behind him, his first reaction was to send someone to ask the brigade commander for help.

However, their retreat was blocked by the ambush of the Eighth Route Army, and the messenger they sent out would certainly not be able to easily pass through the Eighth Route Army's defense line and return to the foot of the mountain to seek help.

Even if they managed to pass through the Eighth Route Army's interception position and return to the foot of the mountain.

By the time the brigade commander received the news and sent out reinforcements, the second line of defense under his feet might have already changed hands.

It was too late for everything then.

The captain decided to give it a try. Looking at his subordinates who were constantly being killed or injured by grenades and the Eighth Route Army attacking troops rushing towards them quickly, he made up his mind, gritted his teeth and gave orders to the guards around him.

"Send three flares into the sky immediately..."

"Please ask the brigade commander to order the artillery to fire on the battlefield..."

The guard standing beside the captain was stunned and almost thought he had heard it wrongly.

The troops were clearly still on the battlefield, but the captain ordered the artillery at the foot of the mountain to fire at the battlefield. Isn't that just blowing themselves up?

With the power of heavy artillery and mountain artillery, it only takes a few rounds of salvos to cover the entire battlefield with artillery fire.

This means that everyone, including the captain, may die in the subsequent artillery fire.

He looked at the captain with a look of shock, not knowing whether he should carry out this order that was almost like sending everyone to their deaths.

The captain seemed to have made up his mind.

Without explaining, he ordered again: "What are you still standing there for? Follow the order immediately and fire three red flares into the sky..."

"Boom boom boom..."

Several close-range grenade explosions interrupted the captain's order before he could finish it. The guards surrounding the captain rushed towards him, trying to block the grenade fragments flying around.

The screams soon reached the captain's ears.

The three guards equipped with signal guns were all blown up. Two of them fell to the ground motionless with blood at the corners of their mouths. The other guard was seriously injured with a bloody wound on his shoulder. Although he was not dead yet, he had lost his combat effectiveness.

The captain was anxious.

He was afraid that he would lose the chance to perish together with the Eighth Route Army.

He decisively raised his hand and reached for the signal gun on the guard's waist, wanting to fire the signal flare himself.

"Boom boom..."

Before he touched the signal gun, two more explosions sounded in his ears, one of which was very close to him.

As the explosion sounded, I felt a piercing pain in my waist, and then I felt a stream of hot blood flowing out of the wound.

The captain realized that he had been shot, but as long as he had a breath left, he did not give up the idea of ​​perishing together with the Eighth Route Army.

Anyway, I was going to die soon and it was impossible for me to leave the battlefield alive.

Since they were all going to die, he must have wanted to kill a few Eighth Route Army soldiers as scapegoats before he died.

He raised the signal gun he had just received with all his strength and pulled the trigger... "Click..."

The sound of an empty chamber suddenly rang out, and the captain's already pale face immediately revealed an expression of despair.

It took all his strength to raise the gun and pull the trigger.

As a result, the safety of the signal gun was not turned on, which was too frustrating.

His eyes quickly widened, revealing an expression of unwillingness and despair.

"Comrades, rush..."

These were the last words the captain heard before he died. He wanted to struggle a little longer.

There was no way to send a signal to call for artillery support, but at least he could detonate a grenade to kill one or two Eighth Route Army soldiers who rushed towards him.

As a result, he didn't even have the strength to raise his hands.

They could only watch helplessly as the Eighth Route Army occupied the entire battlefield halfway up the mountain.

…………

Our gaze returned to the Japanese front-line headquarters at the foot of the mountain.

The sound of gunfire that suddenly became more frequent halfway up the mountain also caught the brigade commander's attention. His heart skipped a beat, and he felt that something unexpected had happened on the battlefield.

But when he thought about the promise his subordinate had just made to him, the brigade commander decided to trust him once.

As long as his subordinates don't ask for reinforcements, he will just wait and see.

The sound of gunfire on the battlefield halfway up the mountain became more and more frequent and intense, but the brigade commander never received any request for help from the battlefield.

Just as he was getting more and more anxious, hesitating whether to send someone to the battlefield to check the situation, the fierce exchange of fire finally began to weaken.

It disappeared completely in less than five minutes.

"We must have won..." the brigade commander analyzed confidently.

Several captains and wing commanders around him showed expressions of approval.

The command center did not receive any request for help, and the sound of gunfire from the battlefield halfway up the mountain stopped again. They could not think of any other outcome except that the defending forces repelled the attack of the Eighth Route Army.

"wrong……"

The chief of staff suddenly shouted, his serious facial expression suddenly becoming particularly solemn.

"If the defending forces successfully repel the Eighth Route Army's attack and hold the defense line halfway up the mountain, they will definitely report the news to the enemy headquarters as soon as possible."

"But no one reported any battle situation to us..."

"General, there is a situation on the defense line halfway up the mountain..." another subordinate exclaimed.

Pointing to the battlefield halfway up the mountain illuminated by flares, he introduced: "Someone is building fortifications, and they are building fortifications in the direction of us..."

"If the position is still in our hands, the defending troops should build positions towards the top of the mountain, not towards our own people."

"The defense line halfway up the mountain may have changed hands..."

The brigade commander did not respond, but immediately raised his telescope and looked towards the battlefield halfway up the mountain.

The subordinates nearby understood what he meant and quickly ordered the artillery to fire a few more flares into the sky so that the brigade commander could see more clearly.

Two minutes later, the brigade commander's face darkened. He frowned and analyzed solemnly: "The position has indeed been lost..."

"Bageyalu, who can tell me what happened on the battlefield just now?"

"The garrison commander just assured me that he is confident that he can hold the position."

"As a result, the position changed hands after just over ten minutes. Not a single soldier of the several hundred men escaped. They were wiped out as soon as they were told to."

(End of this chapter)